Wouldn’t it be strange and funny and maybe nice
If sentences everywhere repeated twice?
No more wondering
“What’d she say”
No more pondering
Half the day.
Wouldn’t it be strange and funny and maybe nice
If sentences everywhere repeated twice?
Never have to ask
Come again? Say what?
Never have to task
My brain with what-not.
Wouldn’t it be strange and funny and maybe nice
If sentences everywhere repeated thrice?
No need for memory,
No excuse for perjury,
Brain could get really furry…
But what about monotony?
It would be strange and not at all nice
To repeat sentences thrice, frice, or fivce.
I shall be satisfied
With twice.
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Confessions of a Full-Figured Gal
HumorA collection of short humorous pieces on subjects such as: the brassiere (Go Figure), songs containing the name Gloria (Gloria!), the relationship between Dr. Pepper and prune juice (Give Us This Day our Daily Fiber), and the ‘fifty shades’ phenomen...
